Hi! Can I please request a Sam x short!civilian!fem!reader oneshot where she works at a cafe. Sam, Steve, & Buck decide to go to the cafe to get themselves + Avengers, coffee. Sam quickly takes a liking to Y/n (& she to him), He of course sweetly (& cheekily) flirts with her. She’s very shy, so he easily makes her really flustered, blushing a lot, shyly smiling, giggling a bit. (omg so I’m shy... this is so me rip 🤧). Sam ends up frequenting that cafe from that day forth, one day asking her out
author’s note || Sam is literally the biggest ray of sunshine. he makes my heart explode with love. I hope you like it! sam is such a cutieÂ
warnings ||Â lots of fluff, swearing prolly
You sigh as you pull your apron tighter around your back. You look around to see the shop mostly empty as you rested your elbows on the counter. Today really hasn’t been your day. You’ve dropped two coffee’s, had three costumers yell at you, your coworker called you annoying, and you were starting to have a bad headache. You looked over to see your coworker tapping away on her phone and you roll your eyes, what a help she is.
Yeah, today definitely wasn’t your day.
You sat up and wore a fake smile as the door dinged, letting you know that customers were walking in. Three men, who you immediately recognized, waltzed and stopped in front of the counter.
Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon were all right in front of you. Your eyes widened but you tried to be as calm as possible. A smile slowly reached your face as you noticed Sam’s stare.
“Are you gonna order, bird brain?”
“Bucky, be nice.”
“What, Steve? He’s suddenly not speaking and staring at the woman in front- ow!”
Steve whacked the back of Buck’s head and his hand went to rub it, glaring at Steve.
“What can I get you?”
A giggle escaped your mouth as Sam just continued to stare, his smile turning into a grin at the sound of your voice. Bucky smirked and watched as the two of you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. He nudged Sam, interrupting his gaze.
“Oh! I, uh, I-I would like, uh, a latte please?” He was a stuttering mess, his hands were sweaty, and he was playing with his fingers. Bucky stifled a laugh, prompting Steve to hit him in the back of the head again, only a tad bit lighter.Â
You took the other’s orders and they moved to the side, getting out of the way. You started making their drinks and getting the pastries they wanted. You walked over to grab a croissant and couldn’t help but hear the conversation.
“Damn, Sam, your lady charmin’ is off.” Sam just rolled his eyes at the stupid brunette cheekily smiling at him. He was right though, normally he would be such a charmer. He would give one smile and flirty sentence, making the women hooked. However, this time, you were the one that hooked him.
He had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as you. You were frowning when they walked in, your eyebrows were furrowed you looked miserable. And yet, you were the prettiest person he’s ever seen. Your hair is tied up by the cafe’s policies and your apron was tight around your chest and abdomen.Â
You could be the last person he stares at and he’d be perfectly content.
“I don’t know, man, for some reason when I look at her it’s like all thoughts escape.”
“Oh, I can think of a few reasons.”
“Really, Steve? You? Bucky, you’re rubbing off on him.”
You call their names when their order was ready and Sam stalked up to you, charm and all. He opened his mouth to speak and you grin brightly at him, causing him to stutter again.
“Hey! would y-you, uh, I mean, um...thanks.” He quickly darted out of the cafe as fast as he could to not make a bigger mess of himself. Bucky and Steve had bursted out laughing, slowly walking out of the cafe.
You were a little bummed that he darted out of there but you figured this wouldn’t be his last visit.
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Ever since that day, Sam had been at the cafe every single morning. Slowly but surely, he was getting used to talking to you. He was smoother and stuttered less until you’d shout his name and greet him with a smile. That would always make his knees weak and leave him a flustered mess.
He’s usually make some excuse in the office that he, “couldn’t concentrate with Bucky’s blabbermouth,” so he’d always go to the nearest cafe; which was yours.
Bucky would always. just smirk, knowing his true intentions and yell at him to ask how you were doing. Sam would grumble but he would always leave with a smile on his face.
Today was no different, he sat in his normal seat with a coffee and laptop on the table. He’s been gearing up to ask you out for weeks now but every time you saunted up to him, all flustered like he was, everything was out the window.
He’d just stare at your fiddling fingers, your nervous tapping foot, and your adorable smile. He was a goner, totally whipped. He hasn’t even asked you out yet.
His heart starts beating rapidly as he sees you walk over to him, two pastries in hand. You sit down in front of him and set the pastry down, scooting it over. He quietly thanks you and you nod, taking a deep breath.
“What’s wrong, doll?”
“I have something I want to ask you.” He raises an eyebrow, expecting the worst, but nonetheless, you speak. You suddenly got so nervous, your eyes couldn’t meet his one bit. He looked at you concerned but was slowing catching on, were you going to ask him out?
“I-I uh, I was wondering i-if you, um, wanted to go out-”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t even-”
“Yes.” He paused, taking a good look at your adorable nervousness and beautiful face.
“I’d love to go out with the prettiest girl in New York.” You giggled, taking a bite out of the pastry as you cheered in your head. Your co-worker had told you that your crush was requited but you had your doubts. Not anymore.
“Not the whole world?” He almost choked on his muffin as he thought he was in deep shit now. He stared at you wide eyed but then focused on your sly smile and playful eyes dancing around him.
“Wow, you really let me choke on my muffin, didn’t you?” You started laughing as he grinned before throwing a piece of his muffin at you. You gasp and narrow your eyes before taking a piece of your pastry and throwing it at him which ultimately turned into a food fight.
“Are they...having a food fight?” Bucky snatched the binoculars from Steve’s hand and looked inside of it. Through the window, you two had bright smiles and laughter while you threw food at each other.
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Sam would be nervous if his partner wanted to be his sub. He can rough and wild when the mood calls for it but this would be different. He knows a sub has to put at lot of trust in their dom and he doesn't think he deserves it.
I think temperature play would make Sam nervous. Ice play specifically. The girl he picked up in a bar looks sexy as hell when she pops an ice cube between her full lips, but when she trails it down his torso, he flashes right back to a similar chilling touch and the words "bunk buddy" being whispered in his ear. :(
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wincest with bottom!dean, Sam being very gentle and careful with his brother for any reason and Dean begging and being moany
“I’m not gonna fuckin’ break, Sam,” Dean says, his voice cracking on the edge of a moan. “Honest to God - you can go a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Please.”
Sam’s sweating, long hair in his eyes as he pants softly, hard dick fully sheathed deep inside his brother. “I - I know. It’s just that we - we don’t do it this way very often.”
Dean grins, eyebrows raised. “Yeah. I feel you. But I know that you enjoy, uh -y’know - this more than I do, so.” He squeezes Sam’s bicep. “I’d enjoy it a hell of a lot more if you’d just give it to me.”
Sam blushes a little bit - but then he buries his face in Dean’s neck and starts thrusting a little faster, hips unsure at first, but gradually picking up speed.
“There you go,” Dean whispers, squeezing one of Sam’s ass cheeks, wrapping his leg tighter around his hips. “Just fuckin’ like that, baby. C’mon.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Sam groans. God, he can hear their skin slapping together. “Don’t wanna --”
“You ain’t hurting me. Don’t fuckin’ stop, or I swear to God -- please, Sam. God, yes - please, sweetheart --”
blushy, fidgety Sam is literally one of my favorite things in the world. one scene that sticks out in my mind is that his hands are shaking when he's fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and normally Dean might poke fun at Sam for being clumsy but instead he moves Sam's hands away and starts unbuttoning his shirt for him while kissing Sam's neck to put him at ease
“God, when did you turn into such a damn girl?” Dean teases, finishing unbuttoning Sam’s shirt for him. “Seriously - why’re so nervous? It’s just me.”
Sam bites his lower lip, tense. “It’s just - we haven’t. Not since...before you went to Hell, you know.” His face is hot - and he’s certain his damn neck and chest are getting splotchy, too.
“Well,” Dean says softly. “Relax. I’m gonna take care of you; gonna make you feel good. Just like I always do.”
